Microstory Monday

Family Dinner

Gordon whines as he rabbit-punches me in the gut.
"Sick it up, Jerry!" he shouts. "Sick it up!"
"What...it..," I huff, trying to catch my breath.
"Aaagh!" Gordon cries, grabbing my collar and jamming two of his fingers down my throat. It is the taste of those fingers, something like a combination of earwax and pork, that finally makes me gag and starts the flow of bile and half-digested food.
I fall to the ground, and through watery eyes, I see Gordon scoop up a handful from the mess and immediately pour it into his mouth.
"Gah!" I cry out, still gasping for air. "What is wrong with you!?"
He just looks down at me, hands still dripping, and says nothing.
"We did say Gordon could have the last piece of pie, dear." Mom finally says. "Didn't you hear us?"

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[Marcus Aurelius]

"Harry Potter" as written by Brian Evanson, ladies and gentlemen!

[Liz]

You've put me off my supper, dang it.